Tattoo Artist Simon Definitely Makes Reader Promise That She’ll Never Go To A Tattoo Artist That Isn’t

Tattoo artist Simon definitely makes reader promise that she’ll never go to a tattoo artist that isn’t him while he’s fucking her. Pounding like a madman while she can barely get her moans out - edges her until she promises that he’s the only one who will ever touch her.

you sound like you've experienced this before. how'd you get into simon's parlour, hm? have you been taunting him with that tattoo that isn't his? riling him up? daring him to finally claim you as his pretty little client? oh he takes the bait alright. among other things

you don't really know how you got here. pressed down into the tattoo chair on your hands and knees. actually, you have an inkling of it. probably has something to do with the way you posted on your social media page again, posing with the tattoo on your shoulder that wasn't done by simon.

and little did you know how tightly he clenched his phone when he saw that you had added könig as a friend as well. knowing full well that könig requested to follow you first before you followed him back. trying to one up him, simon bets. trying to stake his claim as if simon didn't already have you first.

you didn't think anything of it when simon asked you to stay after the shop closed. has all the lights off except the half of the room where he's plowing you into the seat. watching the way your juices glimmer around his cock every time he takes such long strokes from your pussy.

"how bad y'wanna cum, love?" he grunts. doesn't even sound like he's broken a sweat! how dare he.

you groan into the leather of the chair, ruining it as if your cunt hasn't been leaking all over the seat of it. simon doesn't care. can easily replace it. don't think he will. not when you've finally left a mark back for him >:)

"mmmh!" that's all you can say. he coos and grips your jaw to turn your head. spits into your open mouth and goes back to fucking you nice and deep, making sure to drag his cock the full length along your walls.

"aw, can't even speak? s'okay. don't need to speak to anyone other than me. don't need anyone else trying to ink you, mark you. not when you're mine."

you feel like you've been going for hours. the normally sweet and attentive simon is gone, replaced with someone who looks so mean. is so feral. and can't get enough of your pussy! he pounds into you and slaps your ass meanly, leaving a temporary mark of his that feeds the urge to claim you.

"si-moooon," you drawl out as he starts hitting that one spot. he smirks behind you, pushing you even more into the seat as he fucks you so good. "w'nna cum."

"yea?" he moves his hand from the back of your neck to your hair and pulls you back to look at him again. "y'only get to cum if you promise to come to me only."

you blearily gaze back up at him as he plunges into you. can't focus too well. you just nod your head in your haze, too drunk on his cock to think.

"need your words, sweetheart." he growls out. "tell me, who is it who's fucking you?"

"y...you, simon," you pant out. he grins and slaps your ass again.

"'nd who is going to make you cum?"

"you, simon! please!" another slap, this time he rubs your cheek gently and grins at the forming handprint,

"you promise to come to me only? i only work with what's mine."

you nod, desperate to feel you cum around his girth. because he's just been toying with you all this time. just filling you up nice and slow and whenever you get close he'll pull out to rub between your ass checks. "yes. i'll only go to you, simon! i'm yours!"

"damn right," he says with a final spank and starts fucking into you with newfound strength. finally giving into his primal need to claim you. "you're mine to ink, mine to fuck, mine to make cum. mine, mine mine."

you feel like you're about to burst at that. and you do when he leans down to groan into your ear with a, "and mine to cum in and mark from the inside."

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strawberryshortcake143

1 year ago

So cute

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POV: Percy thinks you’re an angel

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The fake wings on the back of your dress itched your skin.

You sat there, awaiting your eventual name call so you could sit in front of the blue background.

You were doing a promo shoot for Wednesday, they gave you an outfit sorta separate from others.

It had wings, iridescent wings, a white mini dress that only went up to my mid thighs, topped with knee high socks and black combat boots.

The next thing you knew, you were called out from backstage to sit next to Percy.

You sat down next to him, and did just as they instructed.

Your legs were draped over his lap, you laid on your stomach as he put in hand over your back.

A relaxed pout on your face as they got their shots of you and him together.

Surely the fans would go fucking wild.

You grunted as you rolled off of Percy for the next pose.

“You good?” “Meh, better than usual.” You proclaimed as you sat up from your childlike spot as he stood over you.

He came over to you, and whispered in your ear, “I hope you know that you look like an angel right now.”

A giddy smile took over your face as you stood next to him.

They began to shoot more photos, catching you and Percy laughing even at possibly nothing, or the silly faces he began making at you.

Great job, you dumbasses will make the greatest promo shoot ever.

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strawberryshortcake143

1 year ago

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#19•𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢•#19

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→ᴰᵃʳᵏ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵂᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ←

Morax, the God of Geo, always got what he wanted. He ruled the region of Liyue with a fist full of gold, sharing his twinkling gifts with the land. Still. The man hoarded, typical for his nature. He took all the prettiest things he could find and kept them just for himself. Rare jewels, glittering relics, pretty little Adepti.

The moonlight twinkles softly in Morax's pretty pet's eyes, reflecting little tears that build up over her iris. An insatiable little Adepti. Morax could tell the sweet girl was nervous, and he could understand, it was not everyday that a pretty thing laid under the God of Geo. A shock to most but a reality to him, why waste time on common escorts with nothing for him to dig his claws into. No reason to kiss and twist at their mind, wrapping them around his fingers? The sweet thing below him was more than a boring temptress, trying her way with him for a chance of something. No. She was his to break, to mold and play with, a sweet pliant plaything.

Morax couldn't recall where he had plucked this pretty Adeptus, not that it mattered regardless. A Contract was issued, binding the sweet girl to him. She was quick to join him at his side as a concubine, serving him day in and out, keeping him humble company. She piqued his interest, she was much unlike his other playthings. She was devoted to her God, worshiping him, she prayed and begged out to him. Despite him existing within the very same vicinity as her, she continued. He received gifts from her, offerings of pretty jewels and sculpted animals she had conjured herself. She adorned a vision of Geo, tying it to her clothing with a complex knot, always keeping the golden crest on her person. The little Adeptus was skilled in the art of healing, shown through her very own actions towards him. Having the audacity to reach out and touch him after a minor injury. And yet he allowed her, finding himself craving the very touch he often denounced towards his harem.

She was his favourite little pet, his prettiest Concubine, he couldn't care if the others knew, Archons he hoped they did. He put her on a pedestal, praised her, fed her, adored her. She was his special little thing, and he was determined to keep her. It was only natural, his innate, Dragonic instinct to hoard and keep. He needed her, maybe more than she needed him.

The sweet girl whimpers below him, eyes bleary and chin wobbling, a darling thing. His large palm rests upon her cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin just under her eye. A pool of soft, pearlescent white silk hugs at her frame, flooding the soft garden of glaze lilies she laid in.

"Sweet pet.. Are you afraid?" Morax's voice was deep, dripping in honey and thorns… Dangerous. The sweet girl breathes a short gasp, quickly shaking her head at his question. There was still something in her eye, a glint, a hint of unease. Morax sighs deeply, nosing into the Adeptus girl's cheek. His throat rumbles in a short, soft growl, he nearly nips at the soft skin of her neck. He relishes the little jump she makes as he presses his fangs into her shoulder, teasing a bite on his prey. His prey.. Meek and quiet, helpless in his clutches. Morax was her predator, stalking her in the night, taking her down to the forest floor, ravaging her body. Maybe one Moon. He would let her go.. Just to snatch her back. He ought to see her try.

His thoughts are broken by his sweet little Adeptus' hand, carding through the thick, long strands of his hair. She unknots them from his glowing horns, rubbing her fingertips into his temple. He wasn't sure she even had the capacity to leave him. He had her all wrapped up just for him.

"Tell me.. Little one… Do you speak the truth? Say it again.. Has a man taken you?" His tone is hot on her skin, warmed by the soft huff of his words. Her breath audibly hitches, her thighs squeeze at his sides. She shakes her and avoids his amber gaze.

"N-No.. I am p-pure… For you.. Rex Lapis…" The way his name tumbles from her tongue with such confidence makes Morax nearly bare his teeth in a grin. What a treat, his sweetest Adeptus was absolutely devoted to him, saving herself spiritually and physically just for her God. He can barely contain himself, picking away at the lacy silk that barely covered her form, exposing her pretty skin to the moonbeam. The Adeptus girl shivers, goosebumps prickle down her form in the cool, night air. Morax breathes into her ear, soothing his large palms over her body, trailing over the bumpy prickles of chill on her skin. He cups at her breast, relishing in the embarrassed squeal she makes in return. He couldn't help but trail his long tongue over her skin, kissing into the spft plush of her breast. He wraps his lips around her sensitive nipple, suckling against the pretty, perky bud. He feels the Adeptus squirm in his hold, clenching her thighs against him.

Morax nurses on her nipple, biting and lapping at her achey sensitive buds. The pretty Adeptus carefully wraps her arms around his head, cradling him into her chest. Morax nearly sinks his sharp fangs into her soft tits, brain fogged on the idea of pumping a litter of Pups into her tummy. Forcing her breasts to swell with sweet milk, just for him to suckle and nurse while he pets his hand over her swollen pregnant belly. He has to stop himself, reel back the insatiable desire for the sweet thing below his form. This was for her. His gift, his blessing, all for her.

Morax pulls back, admiring the dumb expression she gives him, lips parted, eyes hazy and dazzling in the soft kiss of the moon. He can't keep his hands off of her, idly caressing the soft curve of her waist, teasing over her navel with his warm palm. He watches her pretty expression as he thumbs at her pretty, swollen pussy, prodding gently at her virgin core. Her brows pitch up, lips parting with a soft, unsure breath. He almost dives in for a taste, urging to lick and kiss into her mouth and claim it with his long tongue. Instead he marvels at her pure, untouched body, constantly squishing her pretty tits, soft hips, rubbing his thumb into her sticky clit.

"How does it feel, Pet.. To be worshiped by a God?" He asks, purposely pushing his thumb hard into his sweet girl's clit. He sees her little brain work overtime, scrambling to achieve an appropriate answer for her Archon. His finger trails under her chin, cupping at her jaw, forcing her eye to his as he circles her puffy clit.

"Feels.. 's too much.." Morax's little Adeptus hiccups, barely getting her words out, already overwhelmed on him. She couldn't begin to comprehend the atrocities he had written out for her.

"Too much..? Pet, I have barely graced you with my touch.. Don't tell me.. Do you not honor the bind of our Contract?" Morax's voice drips into something dark, uneasy and clouded. His tone feels like thorns, pricking into the most sensitive nerves on the body. Surely the girl will honor him, show her devotion to the Archon of Geo through her pure body. She didn't have the audacity to defy his order. And he knew that. He sees her tears, pricking up again, nearly bubbling out of her eyes.

"I.. am bound to you.. Rex Lapis… You are e-entitled to me.. in.. Whatever form you p-please.. " Her meek voice cuts through the night air, laced in the sweetest hint of unease. Her words nearly earn a growl from Morax.

"Take me then, Pet.. Show me your devotion." Morax's voice hardens. He thumbs at the base of his thick cock, gliding his fat tip through the wet lips of her puffy, virgin cunt. He feels her heat on his length, searing and slick, coating him in her sweet honeyed essence. Something fires in Morax's chest, a heavy pile of hot rocks, pushing pressure against his heart. Something carnal triggers in his mind, an urge. To take, to give, to breed. His coated tip threatens to push past the soft, inexperienced threshold of his pretty Adeptus. He hears her breath, slow, shaken in a mis-attempt at grounding her poor mind.

Morax's fingertips kiss at her lips, urging them to part, pushing them into her warm mouth. The silly Adeptus bites into his knuckles, whimpering over his digits as he presses his thick cock into her aching hole. Morax tuts sympathetically, hushing and shushing the poor, inexperienced girl below him.

"Settle pet.. The pain will subside… Suck.. distract yourself." He watches as she dumbly laps at his fingers, hiccuping as he pushes his long, thick length right in her virgin hole. He hoped it stung and ached, hoped she'd remember the swell of his thick cock, the hard push into her little pussy. He wants her sweet hole to mould on his cock, suck him in and be imprinted right into her womb. He digs his fingers into her tongue, forcing out all the sweet songs her throat makes as he humps against her core.

"Taking me in so earnestly, Little Pet.. All for me?" Morax presses, rocking his hips harder into her gushy cunt. The Adeptus girl has to fight the hiccupy moans that bubble from her chest.

"I'm all f-for you.. I am to.. Become y-yours, My Lord~" His little pet slurs over his fingers. He removes them, using her spit as a lubricant to twiddle and rub at her puffy clit. Morax watches the cogs turn in her dumb little head, reacting to this new-found pleasure he bestowed upon her. She was so.. Cute, Morax muses. His sweet Adeptus, his favourite Concubine, finally deflowered by the very God she had worshiped and prayed to that morning. Morax takes the liberty to press into her harder, fuck her virgin cunt faster.

"Become my Wife, little Pet.. We will rule this land of gold together." He spouts as he rocks his hips into her groin, pressing the thick, fat tip of his cock into her womb. The sweet girl only nods, lips downturned in a soft frown, brows pitched upwards, soft tears trickle down her cheeks. And yet, she bucks her hips back into his, forcing his cock ever so impossibly deeper. There's a soft swell on her tummy, the blunt tip of him bulging into her skin. He rubs his hand over it, once again stuck on the idea of breeding her virgin pussy, filling her up again and again with litter after litter of Pups. He decides he will allow nature to run its course and decide if she was worthy this time.

Morax growls, picking up his pace, finally fucking into her sweet tight core. Her sweet cunt wraps around his cock nicely, squeezing and milking at his length, coaxing him to ooze out the stickiest spurts of pre. He nearly mounts her frame, using her as leverage to push his heavy cock into her, his balls slap against her behind, clumsy and rigid. Morax was getting close, close to cumming in his darling Adeptus wife, close to filling her womb up with the sweetest gift he could possibly offer her.

"Come little one.. And you will be mine forever.." He couldn't barely recognise his own voice, deeper than before, plagued with absolute desire. He stares at her moonstruck face, relishing in the pretty, glittering tears that fall down her cheeks. He nearly licks them off of her face, hardly holding back the urge to devour and ravage her. All in due time, he manages to rationalize. He twiddled at her sensitive little clit again, rubbing hard and fast, making her hiccup and cry out as he fucked into her tight core.

He feels it, her sweet, creamy orgasm. She squeezes his length hard, creaming and clenching over the bullying length of his cock. He fucks her through it, humping into her cunt, rocking his hips into her groin. He can't help but shower her in praise, telling her that she was his best little Adepti, that she and him were destined forever, that he was never going to let her go. Morax further solidified their eternal Contract with a tender kiss, pressing his lips into her own as he pressed his cock into her with a final pressing stroke. Her tight pussy clenches over his length, milking out his seed, thick, hot and fertile. He bites at her lips, slowly rocking his hips into her own, linking the two in a bath of afterglow.

Morax rests his body on the little Adeptus below him, caging her frame into his own, using her shoulder as a pillow. He plugs up her achey pussy with his cock, locking in the heavy seed that sat in her womb. Morax swears he starts glowing, a soft golden shine radiates from his horns and eyes. They twinkle like the light of a firefly, sage and warm and content. He was sure he could fall asleep with her, just like this.

She was claimed. She was domestic. She was his wife. His pretty, little Adeptus pet. If he could pur he was sure he would have.

She was his. Apart of his hoard. His eternal treasure. He was the sun. She was the moon.

I don't wanna look at this piece anymore 😤

He hurts my brain 😔

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strawberryshortcake143

1 month ago

Jason: *rested his head on your chest and smiles in content*

You: what’s got you smiling like that Jay-jay?

Jason: listening to your heart reminds me that this isn’t fake, it isn’t my imagination to combat the loneliness, nor a punishment for me caring too much about others but instead a blessing and a gift that I don’t intend to overlook or misuse.ever. For knowing you love me unconditionally is more than I can ask for, but all I ever wanted.

You: *cuddle him closer to your chest* then listen to it until you get bored of it.

Jason: *kisses your collarbone* I could never, it’s my favourite song to listen to.